Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Monks,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.